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But she had no choice but to comply. Zoey feared that if she kept resisting, Fitch might actually take further action. Taking a deep breath, she randomly flipped to a page and began to read aloud. Her voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.

Yet, hearing her voice, Fitch felt a sense of tranquility wash over him. Her scent lingered on the tip of his nose as he smiled slightly, pulling her closer into his embrace. They sat there in silence, just holding each other, without a word.

Zoey read on, repeating the lines several times until she herself began to feel drowsy. The day's events had been too much, and with her nerves stretched tight throughout, now that she was relaxing, her eyelids started to droop.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Her voice trailed off, growing lower and lower until it finally faded away. Fitch stood up, gently took the book from her hands, and laid her down on the bed.

She was fast asleep, her eyes still swollen, not finding peace even in her dreams. He traced his fingers delicately across her face. Her features were the same as they were four years ago, yet now, they bore countless signs of defiance.

His lips moved down, planting soft, dense kisses along her neck. He didn't leave any marks intentionally. Zoey only felt a tickle, too tired to open her eyes.

Fitch continued until the sky began to brighten; only then did he reluctantly lie beside her.

When Zoey woke up, there was no one beside her. Looking at the unfamiliar ceiling, she thought everything from the previous day was just a dream. But she was now fully awake, and it was not a dream. She felt a wave of shame wash over her and immediately opened the window, considering jumping out to escape. But the outside was guarded by bodyguards. Even as she opened the window, one of them looked up, as if they'd been watching her all along.

Zoey felt miserable, closed the window, and went downstairs. She saw the polite Nolan sitting on the couch, holding the storybook Fitch had asked her to read the night before.

Zoey paused, feeling the anger she had been suppressing since last night begin to surface, but she couldn't lash out in front of Nolan. Nolan was innocent, and besides, the kid was really cute.

She took a deep breath and headed

straight for the living room door. But

outside stood four bodyguards, clearly there to keep an eye on her. Was Fitch really planning to keep her imprisoned here?

She turned back, heading to the kitchen. Fitch was there, cooking, which was the last thing Zoey expected.

But her expression remained cold. "Mr. Haskins, I need to go to work."

Fitch put down the spatula and fixed his gaze on her. "The noon flight, we're going back to Greenfield."

She knew he wasn't joking. She was almost amused by the absurdity, thinking him mad.

"Why should I go back to Greenfield with you? I have a home here, a boyfriend."

Fitch closed the kitchen door, pulling her closer. "I thought after last night, you'd learn to listen."

She was so angry she didn't know what to say, her lips pressed tightly together, fighting the urge to slap him. The kitchen door was frosted glass, and anyone approaching could see their embrace.

Fitch's fingertips grazed her neck as he leaned in to inhale her scent gently. "Let's have breakfast first. I've already called in sick for you at the daycare. You don't have to go anymore." She thought she had misheard, but then realized Fitch indeed had the means to do so. "Get lost!"

She bit her lip, hearing him continue,

"Your parents have already gone abroad; they won't be back for two months. As for Henry, once he's overseas, with all the new

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Greenfield for two months. After

that, if you still want to return to Zion City, I'll personally take you back. Zoey, this is the biggest concession I can make."